Jimmy Joyce
Well, you know or don't you kennet
Or haven't I told you
Every telling has a tailing
And that's the he and the she of it
Look, look, the dusk is growing
My branches lofty are taking root
And my cold cher's gone ashley
Fielhur? Filou!
What age is at?
Its saon is late
'Tis endless now senne eye or erewone
Last saw Waterhouse's clogh
They took it asunder, I hurd thum sigh
When will they reassemble it?
O, my back, my back, my bach!
I'd want to go to Aches-les-Pains
Pingpong!
There's the Belle for Sex
A priest walked in for Jimmy Joyce
I said - he isn't here
He's gone to meet the boys
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Joyce
"Agenbite of inwit" is what he said
I don't know what he means
He must be off his head
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Joyce
Flann said he saw him working in a pub
I don't believe him though
He tends to make things up
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Joyce
Ezra said he saw him somewhere in Trieste
Thinks he's been drinkin' 'cause
He didn't look his best
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Joyce
We called on him 'cause we heard he
Was in Rome
But Nora said - go to blazes
She swore she was home alone
Oh, we're looking for Jimmy Joyce
Proust said he bumped onto him in Zurich
Singing his favourite song
That auld one Finnegan's Wake
Oh, he's looking for Jimmy Joyce
"Wring out the clothes!
Wring in the dew!
Godavari, vert the showers!
And grant thaya grace!
Aman
Will we spread them here now?
Ay, we will
Flip!
Spread on your bank
And I'll spread mine on mine
WB sighted him in gay Paris
Concerned he was alone
You know he cannot see too well
Someone should be looking out
For Jimmy Joyce
I don't think you're gonna find him for a while
What with all this silence, cunning and exile
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Joyce
A priest walked in for Jimmy Joyce
Just to apologise for
All the noise that he made back then
So let's be friends
There's room enough for both of us
We're only trying to make some sense
We'll meet again, we'll part once more
The spot I'll seek if the hour you'll find
My chart shines high
Where the blue milk's upset
Forgivemequick, I'm going!
Bubye!
Or haven't I told you
Every telling has a tailing
And that's the he and the she of it
Look, look, the dusk is growing
My branches lofty are taking root
And my cold cher's gone ashley
Fielhur? Filou!
What age is at?
Its saon is late
'Tis endless now senne eye or erewone
Last saw Waterhouse's clogh
They took it asunder, I hurd thum sigh
When will they reassemble it?
O, my back, my back, my bach!
I'd want to go to Aches-les-Pains
Pingpong!
There's the Belle for Sex
A priest walked in for Jimmy Joyce
I said - he isn't here
He's gone to meet the boys
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Joyce
"Agenbite of inwit" is what he said
I don't know what he means
He must be off his head
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Joyce
Flann said he saw him working in a pub
I don't believe him though
He tends to make things up
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Joyce
Ezra said he saw him somewhere in Trieste
Thinks he's been drinkin' 'cause
He didn't look his best
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Joyce
We called on him 'cause we heard he
Was in Rome
But Nora said - go to blazes
She swore she was home alone
Oh, we're looking for Jimmy Joyce
Proust said he bumped onto him in Zurich
Singing his favourite song
That auld one Finnegan's Wake
Oh, he's looking for Jimmy Joyce
"Wring out the clothes!
Wring in the dew!
Godavari, vert the showers!
And grant thaya grace!
Aman
Will we spread them here now?
Ay, we will
Flip!
Spread on your bank
And I'll spread mine on mine
WB sighted him in gay Paris
Concerned he was alone
You know he cannot see too well
Someone should be looking out
For Jimmy Joyce
I don't think you're gonna find him for a while
What with all this silence, cunning and exile
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Joyce
A priest walked in for Jimmy Joyce
Just to apologise for
All the noise that he made back then
So let's be friends
There's room enough for both of us
We're only trying to make some sense
We'll meet again, we'll part once more
The spot I'll seek if the hour you'll find
My chart shines high
Where the blue milk's upset
Forgivemequick, I'm going!
Bubye!
Credits
Writer(s): Jones, Peter Lundy, Strummer
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